Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Ah, your wife is Alicia! Lovely woman. But of course I was Dr. Husdon's patient, dear Adrian. Even one such as myself needs help from time to time," Miriam says with a smile.

"My wife will be so pleased that I was able to help you." he says with a smile. "We had better hurry as the office closes in a half hour. Come with me." He leads all of you to the other door which opens into a meeting room with a large table and several chairs. "Please wait here while I go get the files." In a few moments he returns with a large box. "Here is Dr. Hudson's records. You can look them over but you cannot take anything. I can give you about 20 minutes to look them over."
 
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Ashy said:
Charles looks to Miriam expectantly, as if to ask if he should come along as well...

Seeing Charles' questioning glance. Mr. Ferris says. "And your friends are welcome to wait with you in the meeting room as well."
 

*Miriam smiles at Adrian again.*

"Thank you dear," she says with an approving smile. Once Adrian is out of the room, Miriam pulls out her notebook again and hands out pieces of paper and pencils.

"Start copying, quickly!" she says frantically, taking out files and passing them around, searching specifically for the ones on Robert Carlyle.
 

Gomez said:
Seeing Charles' questioning glance. Mr. Ferris says. "And your friends are welcome to wait with you in the meeting room as well."

"Thank you", Charles says meekly, and sits down across from Miriam. At her instruction, he begins shifting through the papers as quickly as possible; his well-trained eye picking out the important bits of information and mentally discarding that which does not pertain. His hand moves quickly, like a slithering snake, across the pages of his notepad as he jots his notes...
 
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Jibril leaps into the research and begins copying down anything relating to Carlyle, or any of the other members of the expedition.
 

Charles' practiced eye finds the folder marked Carlyle, Roger V.W. It is a simple manila folder. It contains minor interview notes for about twenty sessions over the span of a year.

CARLYLE, ROGER VANE WORTHINGTON
First Meeting: Jan. 11, 1918
Reference: Erica Carlyle
Closest Relative: Erica Carlyle
At his sister's insistence, Mr. Roger Carlyle visited me this morning. He deprecates the importance of his state of mind, but concedes that he has had some trouble sleeping due to a recurring dream in which he hears a distant voice calling his name. (interestingly the voice uses Mr. Carlyle's second given name, Vane, by which Mr. Carlyle admits he always thinks of himself.) Carlyle moves towards the voice, and has to struggle through a web-like mist in which the caller is understood to stand.

The caller is a man - tall, gaunt, dark. An inverted ankh blazes in his forehead. Following the Egyptian theme (C. has no conscious interest in things Egyptian, he says), the man extends his hands to C., his palms hold upward. Pictured on his left palm C. discovers his own face, on the right palm C. sees an unusual, asymmetric pyramid.

The caller then brings his hands together, and C. feels himself float off the ground into space. He halts before an assemblage of monstrous figures, f igures of humans with animal limbs, with fangs and talons, or no particular shape at all. All of them circle a pulsating ball of yellow energy, which C. recognizes as another aspect of the calling man. The ball draws him in; he become part of it, and sees through eyes not his own. A great triangle appears in the void, asymmetric in the same fashion as the vision of the pyramid. C. then hears the caller say, "And become with me a god." As millions of odd shapes and forms rush into the triangle, C. wakes.

C. does not consider this dream a nightmare, although it upsets his sleep. He says that he revels in it and that it is a genuine calling, although my strong impression is that he is of two minds about it. This schizophrenic attitude seems to characterize much of his life....

September 18, 1918. He calls her M'Weru, Anastasia, and My Priestess. He is quite obsessive about her, as well he might be - exterior devotion is certainly one way to ease the tension of megalomaniacal contradictions. She is certainly a rival to my authority....

December 3, 1918. If I do not go C. threatens exposure. If I do go, all pretense of analysis surely will be lost. What then will be my role?


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Miriam finds a folder marked Carlyle, Erica. It appears that Huston only saw her a few times and charges a outlandish $90 consulation fee for each. It says that Huston believed that Erica was troubled by her relations with her brother but that she had a remarkably fine character.

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Jibril comes across some of Huston's own personal notes. One letter states that Huston had made up his mind to break off an affair with a Miss Imelda Bosch. Later writings note that Miss Bosch had committed suicide a few weeks before the Carlyle Expedition left for London.
 
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"Intriguing...", Charles murmurs, and quickly copies the entire page in his well-practiced and legible note-taking script.
 

Gomez said:
The shop keeper grins. "That sir, is a pranga. It is a long african bush knife used my many tribes in eastern and southern Africa. I believe that one is from the east african Luo tribe."
"Ahh, yes. From Kenya, then? My cousin was stationed there, but I've never seen that country." He thinks for a moment and then suddenly looks up. "How much is it? I believe I shall give it to him for Christmas this year, as a reminder to him of his younger days."
 


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